You can also buy paperback versions of the book in book stores across Nigeria.
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Memoirs of a 'Lazy Korfa' is loosely based on the journal Tunmise kept during her three weeks in a Nigerian National Youth Service (NYSC) orientation camp.
It gives an honest and eye-opening account of camp life.
In sharing her experience, Tunmise hopes that those who have never been to NYSC camp would have an idea of what it is like and possibly even think they missed out on some good fun!
For those who have been to camp, no matter how long ago, you can recall with some nostalgia the adventure and to those who still have camp ahead of them....well....now you know what it is you can either look forward to or dread!
For everyone, it is Tunmise's sincere hope that as you read through to the end, you would have gained something insightful no matter how small - a word, a phrase, a joke, a lesson - just as she did.
Excerpts from the Book
I really should have started writing this last night but I was quite tired. I certainly feel a little more relaxed about the idea of going to Kano today than I have felt in the last few days.
It is 11:00am now, and I am still in the departure hall of the Murtala Muhammed domestic airport, waiting for the boarding call of an 11:15am flight. It does not even look as if they will be ready for us in another half hour as all other flights are also running late. All hail Nigeria!
I am not sure what to think or how I feel right now. I am trying hard to keep an open mind, but that is proving a bit difficult with all the horror stories I heard about the hard knock life of Camp [...]
Just arrived at camp. It is really hot out here in Kano. I can only imagine what my complexion is going to look like at the end of three whole weeks!
On arrival at the Mallam Aminu Kano International Airport, I met three other girls going my way. Every other person, it seemed, was going to other states like Katsina, Jigawa, Yobe. Suddenly, I was at least grateful for not having to sit through another long journey in a car to get to camp – it took us about fifteen minutes and N400 each.
The four of us were checked at the gate and given some temporary identity cards. Although this is only the first day of camp, as at 2:30pm or thereabouts, I am already number One Thousand Two Hundred and Forty Six! As if that is not bad enough, we get marched over to the registration hall to get registered and wait for it they are registering Corper number TWO HUNDRED AND SOMETHING!
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